Hawkodile X Dr Fox の小説・ストーリー

Cadfan nodded and said, “Henderson, you can just speak freely.” Henderson said seriously, “Since Holden Harker was able to achieve a breakthrough and become a four-star martial artist, he must have encountered a chance opportunity. Perhaps, he might even have mastered some form of new inner family boxing technique. Since Falco Xanthos specializes in using witchcraft, he must have mastered many extraordinary methods. In my opinion, you might as well ask Falco Xanthos to put in a little effort to force Holden Harker to hand over his cultivation method!”

"Why— I clamped my lips shut feeling something waft against the crook of my neck.What is it? What is it! Don't move.Don't move, I repeat it in my head as Drax leaned forward.His eyes fixated on my neck to whatever was having a walk against my skin. He moves quickly, sharp claws whipping out and directly sinking into the creature.I feel wetness against my neck, strange smell fills up my nostrils before he pulls it off me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A frog. Rolling my eyes in disbelief, I pull myself off the ground. "It's a tiny frog and you acted like it's something deadly" I huffed out, moving my hand to reach for the now dead frog hanging on his claw. "Don't" Drax took a hold of

They were snarling at me, licking their chomps in my face, when I heard a voice behind me. The women were just like the foxes colors, the cross Fox was a tanned woman with long orange red hair, the black fox was white with black hair, and the red Fox was white with red hair, what freaked me out es that none of them had eyes, they where all skin, and bones. They didn’t move an inch, the sky had changed back to dark, but the white fox in the middle didn’t, it actually glowed, “okay now I know I’m drunk on my birthday, because this all looks a freaky version of an alien abduction,” I start to massage my head because now I think that I imaged the voice that spoke from behind me. It scared me tha

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

Fur erupted across his skin, dark and sleek with hints of silver that caught the light. When the transformation was complete, Xander’s wolf stood before me, massive and powerful. His thick coat gleamed like polished obsidian, and his piercing amber eyes were even more striking in this form. There was something both intimidating and mesmerizing about him, a raw power that demanded respect. “Wow,” I breathed, unable to look away. “You’re incredible.”

She knew something wasn’t right, especially after that telling glance. As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.”

The pressure was no joke but the elegance was on point. The one in the middle was the true terror. Just as Scarlette once told me, it was a three-eyed sun fox. It should have been called the golden fox because its fur was literally gold. I'm not talking about golden yellow or gold colour, I'm talking about real gold. The eye on its forehead was closed and the two opened were bright ultraviolet. It only had three tails but they were huge and fluffy, and it was the size of a six-storey building with a few inches.

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

The last thing Tantario expected to see was the sensible brunette in the role of an inspired follower of some god. - Yaska! - Felix's enthusiastic cry attracted the attention of both vampires. A Hawk ran towards the knight, whose joyful neighing echoed along the walls of the temple. The war stallion showed off in luxurious ammunition - the same one that lay in the dungeon along with the paladin armor given to Felix. The young man, patting the horse on the neck, patted the saddle and bridle, hoping that this was not a dream. The hawk snorted loudly in his master's ear, as if he was outraged by his doubt. Felix almost burst into tears with joy, squeezing the stallion's neck in his arms with su